One really can't help wondering, <br /> if to wondering you're prone, <br /> With so much to be thankful for, <br /> We choose to moan and groan. <br /> Our thoughts hark back to 'Yesterdays', <br /> When we were young and strong. <br /> Our world was then a perfect place, <br /> Where nothing could go wrong. <br /> Our air was unpolluted, <br /> The pace of life was slow. <br /> God was in His heaven, <br /> And all was well below. <br /> Was all this an illusion? <br /> Or has Time dulled the brain; <br /> Erasing every memory <br /> Of suffering and pain? <br /> We're all the idiots of Fate, <br /> However hard we strive, <br /> Against the odds which threaten us <br /> To keep our Dreams alive. <br /> <br /> 10th July, 1996<br /><br />Dorothy Mary Wade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nostalgia-10/
